 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
THE ACTOR
Glorious that ancient art!—
In thine own form to show the fire and fashion
Of every age and clime, of every passion
That dwells in man's deep heart!
In thine own form to show the fire and fashion
Of every age and clime, of every passion
That dwells in man's deep heart!
Player, play well, not meanly,
Thy part in life, as on the mimic stage!
From highest thought is born art's noblest rage:
Live, act, end all, serenely!
Thy part in life, as on the mimic stage!
From highest thought is born art's noblest rage:
Live, act, end all, serenely!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |